My sway is so wrong
I could mountain a fall.
My laugh is so what
its not matter at all
if I chuck it so up
its not come down no more.
At least it won't land
on the backwards before,
and not jump in the way
of the crumbling wall
of the heart of the main
opposing guffaw
with its mouth so awry
it could burst out of law.
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